Nostalgia Engulfed...

Tonight I have decided to take up a Herculean task and I know I might get a lot of flak for it but tonight, TONIGHT I'm gonna *attempt* to defend Ae Dil Hai Mushkil. I'm gonna attempt to answer all those people who go "Really? You like that movie?" with a not-so-slight hint of judgement in their voice. Tonight I will attempt to explain to you why the plot of a movie isn't everything. So okay, let's start with why most people don't like the movie. Too much drama. Check. Wannabe unexpected plot twist. Check. Hype to friendzone. Check. Overpriced casting ensemble. Check. Blah. Blah. Blah. People will go on and on if you just utter the movie name in front of them. Eh.. why am I wasting my energy then? I'd rather focus on the good parts now. For me, whether or not I like a movie is hugely dependent on my mood, the phase I am going through and most importantly, if it's the slightest bit relatable. To tell you the truth, I'm really not that hard t...

It happens all of a sudden, no transition time. One moment I'm walking towards the lift, the next I find myself running up the stairs to the gardens. I walk and walk, I circuit the park twice I think. It gets too much to bear, I need to talk, I want to get it out. I call a friend, and then I call another and another. I can't get the words out. I feel like it's nothing and I'm worrying everyone for nothing. I try to smile and it doesn't work, my lips won't curve - it's like they won't listen to me. My head is getting excited, Content, Content, Content, it's chanting. It won't stop chanting. I try to talk, I try to say what's worrying me but the words won't come. I'm scared I don't know what's worrying me. I look up to my building, I spot my home, but it's not home, it feels weird to call it home. I don't want to go. Not yet. Maybe that's what is worrying me. I give up trying to get the words out, I stash my phone ...